It appears to be mid day as I lay here on display, naked, caged, bound, and gagged. My wife sets up her equipment beside our bed as I continue to work the penis gag with my tongue. I stroke the fake cock with my tongue, making it move around. moaning to give the impression that I am enjoying having my mouth rudely stuffed.

I can see my wife has all her equipment set up for the task at hand, she intends to wax me. I continue working the penis gag around in my mouth, trying to distract myself, desperate to please her. It's the best I can do, laying bound spread out on our bed, my limbs secured to each corner for her to torment.

"Ok sweetheart, this is going to be so much fun. I bet you were wondering which parts of your body we're going to make pretty and smooth. Funny thing sissy? You would have a better shot at guessing the one place I will allow you to keep hair. Haha!"

She grins at me deviously, soaking up the panic displayed in my eyes. Shes going to wax all of me?

She begins smearing hot wax on my right ankle, working her way up my calf when she begins to speak as though just remembering something.

"Oh, baby? I know you're using your slutty mouth to show your friend a good time, but this is sure to take a while. So I was thinking, I would like some entertainment to go along with my work". She places the wax strip on my leg.

"So this is what you're going to do puppet, give me your best seductive moan around that cock." She instructs

uh gawd, this is so humiliating. I do my best to perform as she orders, moaning like a whore.

***RIP*** "Ahhhhhh!"

I am saturated in pain as she tears off the strip, my performance of moaning made real by the pain induced scream around my gag.

"Holy smokes! that was so hot!" Goddess exclaims, clapping with excitement.

"I want every one of them to go just like that haha". She giggles as she retrieves her popsicle stick, dipping in in the hot wax pot.

She continues working, spreading wax on my hair and applying the paper. She then begins to pull at the edge of the wax paper, just enough to start tugging hairs and causing discomfort. This, she decided, is to be my signal to begin moaning like a bimbo as though I were building to an orgasm. Once she's satisfied with my performance, she tears the wax paper off at full speed, causing me to wail in pain.

"Haha, gawd I just love that! It sounds like you're having the most explosive orgasm with a cock in your mouth, haha, this is so much fun!"

She is thrilled at her twisted little game, I do my best to stifle my screams but it makes no difference. The effect is always the same, and with every strip of hair she removes, she effectively conditions my mind and feminizes my body to her satisfaction.

"Show some love to that cock in your mouth baby, I want you to make me really believe it". She commands of me. I do as I'm told of course. Enthusiastically sucking and moaning as best I can, hoping this will satisfy her.

"Yes baby, that's very good, you just keep up that sexy slutty action while you listen to me lay out your new future as my maid".

Oh my gawd she's really serious about this, how long does she intend for this to go on? I feel another tug and begin my moaning performance for her.

***RIP*** "Aahmmmhmmm!"

My breathing is quick and ragged, I focus on her lesson, trying to bear the pain.

"Firstly, while serving as my maid your uniform will consist of a collar on your neck to display my ownership of you. A cage belongs on your sissy clitty at all times to remind you of your place, focusing on your tasks and the satisfaction of your superiors.

*****RIIIIPPP*** "mmmmm!"

Again with the "superiors" talk, who is she referring to? Also, keeping my dick locked up at all times is just fucking ridiculous.

"You will wear wrist and ankle cuffs while on duty. The cuffs display your status as a slave, and allow you to be easily bound for entertainment or punishment."

I slurp hard on the dildo, rolling my eyes with faux satisfaction. Hoping to turn her on so that she might ease up a bit.

"Lastly, I will be stretching your slutty little ass with a buttplug for the duration of your service. This will keep your fuckhole ready for penetration at all times, your buttplug acts as a place holder for cocks. Isn't that sexy? And it will keep you nice and stimulated while you work hehe!"

****RIIIPPP!!*** "hurrrrrmmm!"

What is she talking about? A place-holder for what cocks? She can't be serious about having men fuck me. I stare and listen to her continue.

"You will be expected to keep my house spotless during work hours. While you clean, you will be decorated in a way to amuse and entice your superiors. This could mean naked, a slutty maid uniform, or even a silly costume like a bunny".

So she does intend to crossdress me. Well, this could be a fun way to clean the house I guess, even the cuffs and collar sound a bit amusing.

"You will behave in an obedient and submissive manner at all times. You are never to deny access or use of your body, instead you are expected to encourage it. If you fail to appropriately adopt my standard, Infractions will be met with severe punishment". She explained while she continued working the wax. Tearing another sheet and giggling at my performance.

"You have no agency of your own, you obey orders immediately, without question, and with a sunny disposition. Every day, you can expect to be humiliated, bound, beaten, and fucked, whenever it pleases me.

You will maintain an enticing sex appeal, proposing the use of your body and always working to anticipate the needs of your betters". She punctuated her statement with the action of tearing more hair, this time from my chest.

***RIIIP!!***

"Aaaaahhmmmmuhh!" My breathing has become labored, I'm shaking from the trauma.

I can expect to be bound, beaten, and fucked? Maintaining sex appeal for who? She's messing with my mind, I'm sure it's all part of her fun. I really hope she's just talking about herself and the toys as my superiors. I groan in shame when I become a little aroused at the thought of her having me serve guests. I hope she doesn't push me to something like this, I don't feel like I have the power to deny her anything.

I listen to her continue her lesson.

"The concept of nudity will be redefined for you, my slutty maid. Naked for you means; pantyhose, garters, and panties. You will embrace the delicate lace decorating your body, its your true self... without disguise."

She lets her words sink in, she wants me chastised and sissified at all times.

"I want you to understand, you are never allowed clothing that I have not approved of. If I were to catch you gallivanting around in a pair of boxers, I would severely fuck your up. You are also not permitted to remove your 'naked uniform' for reasons other than showering or specific instruction by a superior. If you are ordered to strip naked, you will immediately remove whatever items you are using to mask your true self, leaving your body adorned in your pretty lingerie".

This is starting to sound like alot. I plead with her for mercy with my eyes, not daring to take a break from my humiliating sucking. She wants me wearing lingerie 24/7?

*****RIIIPP!!****

"Oh, that was a lot, you really have hairy arm pits honey." She laughs.

"Anyway, when you have finished your duties cleaning, you will report to your sissy play space. This will be on the floor of my bedroom in front of my mirror. Here you will be trained to provide the very best in sexual satisfaction. I will be your instructor, and you better be a good little sissy student. If not, I could always hire a tutor for you. Could you think of anyone you would rather have train you?"

The question is rhetorical of course, I happen to have a dick in my mouth limiting my response. She would never share me with another woman anyways.

You will be expected to make daily diary entries, complete homework assignments, and perform practical exercises. I will condition you into being the very best little submissive, sissy slut maid. We may even reach a point where I can rent out your services to clients and businesses, so we will train hard in our ability to perform for any situation."

Oh right. Now I know she's just talking shit...

****RIP!**** "gaaahh!" I start crying now, it's just too much.

"Oh baby, it's ok. You're doing so good, we are almost finished with your front side". She says to me soothingly, as though she has a genuine concern for my feelings.

"You will have a list of rules to memorize posted on the mirror in your sissy play space where you can recite them daily on your knees. You will spend plenty of time in this area pet, and you will be able to watch your training progress in this mirror".

My eyes are full of tears and don't share her enthusiasm.

"Isn't that great my love? You can watch yourself getting pretty, being trained, punished, and fucked. And even better, I get to enjoy watching myself training, punishing, and fucking you, Isn't that so sexy? My confidence will boost while I reduce yours! Haha I absolutely love it!"

***RIP!!***

I'm so annoyed, this fucking hurts! She continues her work until all hair below my neck has been violently removed, flipping me over and doing my back side, she is very thorough.

Throughout the ordeal she spoke of how I would not be allowed to cum. How I would instead be kept on edge for the duration of my service with a multitude of sex toys. How we would install surveillance throughout the house to monitor and modify my behavior. She excitedly details how only my obedience and performance could encourage her to allow me an orgasm.

She finishes off my ordeal by covering my body in floral smelling lotion, soothing my burning skin. I'm so grateful that the ordeal has finished that I'm openly weeping at this point. The pain and my forced performance have been exhausting, leaving no resistance in me.

"I know this is a lot to take in baby, so I will leave you to meditate on things for a while, ok? but first".

I feel cold gel at my anus, I immediately flinch, trying to get away. I don't like my ass played with, it makes me feel way too vulnerable. She knows this is a serious limit, I do all I can to vocally express this around the penis gag in my mouth.

"Haha, you are so cute playing hard to get". She says laughing at me.

"I love that you're already comfortable enough in your new role to tease me with your cute little ass. But I would rather you shake and wag your pretty tushy for me slut".

I grunt my denial and remain defiant, hoping she backs down. Instead she flicks the back of my exposed nuts, in their compressed and pulled back position by this cage. The pain is one thing, but the display of power is another. She doesn't have to work hard to gain my compliance.

"Shake your slutty ass for me baby. She orders again, firmly. I do my best to comply, with tears streaming down my face, I shake my ass and roll my hips for Goddess.

"Oh, that's right sexy girl, shake what ya got! Haha". She laughs, smacking my ass. She really is making me feel slutty, and my freshly waxed ass is too tender to spank.

"Nice! Now reach that ass toward me baby, show me you're desperate to get your fuckhole stuffed!"

I do as I'm told, completely ashamed of myself. I push my ass toward her shaking with fear, enticing her to fuck me.

"Good girl!" She states promptly, as she presses a soft object against my anus, rolling it around to soften my hole. This starts to feel pretty good. She then begins stuffing it into my ass, I grunt as I feel the object slide into my bowels. When the toy reaches a certain depth my ass closes on a tapered portion of the shaft. My ass is stuffed with what feels like a massive buttplug. I groan and squirm around on the bed, trying to adjust to the size of this object inside me. I also experience a pleasurable sensation from the pressure on my prostate.

"Don't be disappointed slut. I know you wish it was my cock that you were reaching back for, but this is training, not play time. Our makeup sex is not until later. This particular plug up your ass is just to keep you company and ready your ass for what its good for.

Oh baby! I love seeing you bound face down, smooth, spanked, and stuffed at both ends haha! I want you to take this time to truly wrap your mind around your new position in my house dear husband."

She slips a sleeping mask over my eyes as I listen to her footsteps retreat. My wife leaves me bound, face down in the bed, blindfolded, ass stuffed with a buttplug, and a penis gag strapped in my mouth.

As I lay here unable to see, I begin experiencing an adrenaline crash. I must be getting sleepy from the trauma inflicted on me earlier. She doesn't seem to be paying me any attention. I listen to her spend an hour or so moving around the room and bathroom. I listen to her shower, then her hair blowdryer is all I hear for what seems like forever as she's getting herself prettied and dressed. I drift off to sleep, sucking this rubber cock like a pacifier.

I'm startled awake when the bedroom door shuts audibly. when did I fall asleep? I listen for my wife's footsteps, the absence of such confirms I'm alone.

I continue to lay face down in our bed, my limbs secured to the four corners with the use of a bondage play kit. My jaw aches from being held open by this penis gag while my ass was still stuffed with a buttplug. I can feel my skin glowing an angry pink shade from the very brutal waxing session from moments ago, the floral scented lotion invades my senses.

I jump out of my skin when suddenly the buttplug kicks to life and begins vibrating. What the fuck, did she really put a vibrating buttplug in me, one with a remote? I look around as best I can for a moment in my bound state, that is until I realize how stupid that is with a blindfold on. Instead I listen as sharply as I can, only able to hear my breathing and the soft buzz coming from my ass.

I try my best to find a comfortable position while I struggle to get used to this toy in me. I feel so ridiculous for getting myself into this mess, tired up and violated in my own bed.

The plug inside me becomes less of a discomfort and starts to gradually build my arousal. My ass is warming up to the vibrating sensation, stretched around this vibrating plug. I can't help but moan around the toy in my mouth as the pleasure starts to build in my ass. To my horror, my dick begins to swell. The confines of the chastity painfully break down my attempt at an erection. My shame is paramount as I can't help but groan and tug at my bonds as this vicious pleasure/pain cycle plays out.

Suddenly there's a sound, it's outside the bedroom in the main house. It could just be my imagination but I think I heard a door shut. I do my best to listen over the constant buzzing and my own moaning.

Soon I hear a voice...no. Voices, plural, and there's music. Is she having a party?

Here I lay naked, tied down, stuffed with sex toys, and stripped of my hair. Wishing my wife would return and release me. I was sure that she would get me out of this any moment and we could just share a laugh over it all. I imagined her teasing me about what she got me to say and do, including removing every bit of my hair.

As time lingers on, I can't prevent the doubt from creeping in. I Take the time to consider the brutality of how she went about removing my hair. Also when she shared her plans throughout her torture of me didn't help my confidence. Now, it appears my beautiful wife has invited several people into in our house for some social event, it's difficult to not get increasingly concerned. I'm sure she is proving a further point about control, I get it, she has made me powerless.

The time seems to drag by incredibly slowly as I lay here in bed listening to the sounds of a party going on in our home. I can no longer see any traces of light from the corners of the blindfold, it must be pretty late. I can hear drinks, laughter, music, and from time to time I could hear my wife's voice. All hope that I had that she would come and release me has long since evaporated.

I think about all the craziness she has proposed. I picture myself serving the guests at this party. I cringe at the thought, especially when I hear the men's voices.

Suddenly there's a sharpness to the sounds, and the volume markedly increases, indicating the door to the bedroom is opening. I am racked with fear!

What do I do?

Did she open the door on purpose?

Who are these people in the house?

The door shuts. Ok calm down, she's here to untie me and take me to her party, it's fine...

...Or its really not fine and I will be serving guests at her party... shit!

The silence in the room is deafening.

"Mmmmmhmm!" I grunt out, debasing myself. Why did I even make that sound? I guess I was trying to break the tension. Maybe prompt her to speak?

I hear her footsteps as she crosses the room, making a beeline for me it seems. I can feel her walking around me, no doubt reveling in the pride of her capture. I make no more attempts to communicate, obviously the clear message I stated through my gag earlier was going unanswered.

I'm startled by a gloved hand stroking my ass, the plug buzzing along inside me.

Wait.. what's with the gloves?

I'm casually groped for a while, giving my plug some light smacks, making me shudder. I helplessly moan when the buttplug is pulled out of my stretched ass and pushed back in, fucking me.

My concern grows when I hear the sound of a belt being undone and freed from the pants they partnered with. I wonder if her having me hear this was intentional. She's a master at teasing me, her control drives me wild.

Suddenly I hear my wife's voice, and my growing concern quickly boils into full blown panic.

The sound of her voice...

...it was coming from outside of the bedroom!

Who the hell is this person groping me with gloves!?

I scream for her to save me, desperate for her to hear me over the music. I continued listening for her voice, and sure enough I could hear her conversing and laughing with a person out at the party. For fucks sake, someone must have wandered into our bedroom during my wife's little game. I'm sure of it, and could no longer compose myself. I completely lose my shit, thrashing around the bed trying to escape my bondage.

****SMACK!!**** "earmmmhmm!"

I scream as this pain strikes hard across my ass. Immediately followed by more.

*****Smack!***CRACK!!!******SMACK!!!***

I scream desperately for my wife, clearly this has gotten out of hand. My helpless ass is seared with pain as strike after strike rain down on me. Try as I might, I can't get free, I'm helpless to be abused in my own home by some stranger with my wife one room away.

This person and their belt thrash my ass mercilessly, I struggle to free myself for a moment longer before resigning to my fate. I quit thrashing and press my face into the bed, trying to bear the pain. Time loses meaning as my beating continues, only ceasing as I begin to sob shamelessly.

My face is a sopping mess of snot, tears, and drool at this point. I can't help but jump with a start as I feel the gloved hand on my ass again. This time I allow myself to be felt up without protest.

The hands are playing with my vibrating buttplug again. One gloved paw stationed on my lower back, their weight rests behind it pressing my pelvis into the mattress. I passively submit to the other hand, slowly fucking me with the plug. I shamefully emit a moan that gurgles in the saliva coated cock in my mouth, while these hands continue to work my ass over.

I find myself in a daze, lying here immobile, taking in all the sounds and sensations.

I feel the buttplug being maneuvered out of my hole.

My panic returns full force as I feel the belt being looped around my neck. I yell all the harder for my wife to come save me. In a flash, the belts loop is rapidly reduced, tightening around my neck and choking off my ability to scream.

I can't let out a sound, my head swells as I try to breath. My bound hands are worthless to me as I am being casually strangled. All I can do is bear this assault and hope the tension is released. My arms weaken as I start to feel dizzy. The sounds of the party from outside the bedroom begins to distort, as I feel myself slipping away.

The tension in the belt releases but stays in place. I quickly start gasping desperately for air, creating the most pathetic display of myself. I am oddly grateful to this person for allowing me to breath again.

This person keeps a grip on my makeshift leash as they maneuver themself behind me. I am terrified to be at the complete mercy of this stranger. Tears roll down my face as I continue swallowing air around the, ever-imposing plastic dick in my mouth.

I feel something round and soft poke at the entrance of my ass. I begin to panic again, renewing my struggle and scream for this to stop. I desperately try to climb out of the way and do anything to obstruct the penetration of my ass.

The stranger grips my hip in one hand and pulls back on the belt with the other. The belt just tightens again, silencing me, forcing my submission. I can't breath again, or scream, all I can do is remain passive and hope this person shows me mercy.

Time slows to a crawl as I struggle to stay calm. My strangulation pauses, and again I am merciful for the air that I greedily gulp around this embarrassing gag.

The blunt object makes contact with my anus again and starts building pressure. I can't move or even think, I know that if I struggle again I can expect to be strangled. I remain still as my most private place is explored by this unknown person. It's humiliating to just allow this to happen to me.

I feel completely broken as the object slides in unopposed, my ass seemingly primed with the use of the vibrating buttplug. I groan as my ass struggles to accommodate the girth of the toy.

I concentrate on my breathing and try to stay calm, ignoring the humiliating wet sounds I make with this slippery gag. The toy travels deeper into me, confirming it's not a buttplug when it doesn't taper down. I feel like I am being split in two by this huge phallic shaped object being pushed inside of me.

The belt is relaxed enough to allow me to breathe, but firmly holds me in place. Their other hand remains on my hip, gripping me tightly. Determined not to get strangled again I try to stay calm, but when I feel this object bottom out accompanied by this persons groin, I completely lose my shit.

Someone's cock is inside me!

I find the strength to struggle again, screaming for my oblivious wife to rescue me. The stranger immediately responds to my actions by pulling the belt around my neck tight and rocking his dick in and out of me. I'm being strangled and fucked into submission.

oh gawd, oh no, this can't be happening! I pull tightly at my bonds, nothing. Fuck! Fuck! I can't breath! Fucking stop! please...

I begin to weaken once again, my strength draining from me faster each time this cycle renews. The fucking I'm receiving is in full tilt, bouncing me around the bed with every thrust.

I need to breath, I have to show him I can cooperate. I try to relax, even opening my hands to show that I have given in. I feel so dizzy, my head feels so full. I am completely helpless, my wife playing grabass in the other room while my ass is violently pounded.

The man drives his dick in me ball's deep and remains in place for a moment, I try to moan a plea for air. He lets up on the belt and I am pathetically grateful once again to be breathing.

The stranger resumes his use of me at a slow, gentle pace as I struggle to recover from his brutal treatment. He keeps enough tension on the belt to remind me to be a good lay for him. The twisted basted!

I am completely humiliated at how helpless I am. I have no choice but to passively allow this man to use my body to pleasure his big dick. I remain still as he slowly withdrawals until I can feel the head of it barely leave my butthole's entrance, I clench tightly hoping to prevent his entry.

My futile resistance goes seemingly unnoticed as the cock is briefly opposed, before slamming deeply into me. I groan in discomfort as he drives my body forward with his thrust.

He withdraws again until I can feel his torturous organ leave my ass fully. Before I can hope it's over I feel his cock against my puckered hole. He presses forward and my greedy ass lets him slide in again. He does this over and over again. Each repetition breaks down my anus' ability to prevent his entry.

I'm sobbing as this sadistic fucker uses me in such a humiliating fashion. He is now withdrawing fully, before punching through my ass without pause.

The sounds that he gets out of me are shameful; pained grunts, pleasured groans, I'm just a fucktoy. I felt so violated at first, but now I'm feeling humiliatingly slutty.

The sonofabitch even forces me to do some of the fucking myself. Wordlessly instructing me by guiding my movements with one of his gloved hands. He uses the other end of his belt to whip my ass, encouraging my enthusiastic motion. I know he's using these games to rest and catch his breath while I do the work. I struggle to rock back and forth, what little I can, hoping to bring his dick off and end this.

I feel the full effect of his rest period by the energy he displays immediately afterward. He grabs my hips with both hands, leaving the belt dangling, and plows into me full force.

I suck on the dick in my mouth, trying to use it as a mental liferaft to deliver me from this reality. This seems to be the only thing that works to distract me from this abuse. Is this what my wife meant when she referred to the gag as my friend?

As my ass is relentlessly pummeled, my body has been pushed up considerably, the top of my head repeatedly bangs into the headboard with his thrusts. Over the wet smacking sounds of my abuse, I hear her speaking outside the door. I take the chance once again to scream for her to save me.

Nobody comes, I hear her giggle in her conversation with someone. My hope of getting her attention quickly fades as my face is mashed into the mattress. The strangers hand is on the back of my head pressing me down, I fee the end of the belt being retrieved. I scream into the mattress for my rescue once more before being strangled into silence.

The fucker grinds my body into the bed and I am brutally sodomised. I listen to her voice, unable to call out, she's so close. The stranger just continues to restrict my breath and steal what's left of my dignity, fucking me ever harder.

I can't believe this. I am being raped! my wife is just in the other room oblivious to my plight. I become helplessly dizzy once again, my brain starts floating. I feel my mind break as this man continues dragging his giant cock in and out of my ass while he toys with my breathing.

He releases tension on the belt, allowing me to breathe once again. I am sickeningly gratefully to him, dizzy and confused. I gulp up as much oxygen as I can while my body is bounced around nonstop. It feels like this fucking is going on forever, I'm beyond struggle now. I have decided to resign to my fate and submit to this man. I suck on my friend and let this bastard have me.

I hear the music stop. With the break in music someone should hear me, now's my chance! I scream for my wife once more to save me, knowing what's coming but I have to try. I manage to allow a squeak to escape before the belt tightens, the fucking becomes angrier. Oh gawd, did she hear me? Please help me.

The pounding of my helpless asshole continues as I'm being choked out from behind. My brain begins floating again as this man slides his big dick in and out of me.

I am completely broken as he conditions me to accept his dick and his fucking. Rather than release this time, the belt is pulled tighter as I am fucked at a fever pitch. He's about to cum, this can't happen. I realize there's nothing I can do to stop it, there's nothing I can even do to breathe. The intensity of my fucking continues to build, while I continue to slip away. Passing out completely.

Putting him in his Place Ch. 02

My eyes remain downcast as my beautiful wife enters the room. My breathing speeds up while I struggle to keep calm. I watch as she casually strolls through the door, not bothering to shut it behind her. Her stylish sneakers carry her across the room, while I remain naked on my knees for her attention.

I can't help but focus on the door, what the actual fuck? She always ensured the door was shut and locked when we engage in anything intimate, even when home alone. One would think a naked, impossibly aroused man, kneeling on the floor with a painful erection would be a matter for privacy. What is she implying with this act of carelessness? Perhaps she would like me to feel the threat of exposure to be ever present.

I adjust my posture a bit trying to work the aches from my knees on this hardwood floor. I try to split my attention between the door and my wife's sexy legs as she glides to the edge of the bed, sitting down while facing away from me.

She didn't do something crazy right? Like, invite someone over to see me this way? I'm overwhelmed with the distraction of this open door and watching her, wondering what she's up to.

The contrast between our two positions couldn't be more obvious. I uncomfortably kneel, naked, racked with anxiety. She remains fully clothed in her gym attire, sporting turquoise spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. She sits comfortably, taking the time to roll her head around in an attempt to relieve tension in her neck.

She sees me right? She's facing away from me but cmon, at this point any attention would feel better than this wait.

"You must think you are, pretty slick." She states plainly, breaking the silence without not looking up or at me. She just airs this statement out in the room and allows it to hang for a minute before continuing.

Is she expecting a response?

"Umm..H..how do y'mean?" I inquired with an innocent stutter.

She's doesn't respond.

Gyad! Why did I say anything? I wish I hadn't. I grow impatient for her to do or say something, anything to push my pathetic response further back into memory.

She takes a moment as though readying herself to see to an obligation, before standing up and walking over to me.

She must have removed her sandals at some point when relaxing at the edge of the bed. I focus on the red nails of her toes, giving her feet that ultra feminine sexiness. Standing uncomfortably close, her feet landing between my outstretched knees.

"What's going on here?" She questions plainly. Raising her foot she flicks my painfully helpless erection, watching as it bobs up and down.

I don't plan on answering her question, even if she was hoping for a response, I don't think one could explain my position. I know she absolutely loves punishing my balls. She never really hurts me, just challenges me with more each time. She makes me feel incredibly vulnerable as she explores my nuts with her toes, capping off the encounter with a soft kick before returning her foot to the floor. I wince involuntarily, but remain docile in my subservience. She giggles softly, her leg is in motion once more, captivating my complete attention. I watch as her toes graze the head of my erect penis. She brushes over it a few times making me gasp with desire collecting an obscene amount of pre cum, rolling it around her toes until she's happy with the amount.

Both feet planted on the floor she begins again "I said, I bet you think you're pretty slick".

I have been thinking about what this could mean since the first time she said it and how I could respond, I hate how she can toy with my brain. It makes me feel incredibly off balance.

"I'm sorry". I plead. I don't know what for, but I can't think of anything else.

"Are you?" She snaps.

I pause, this is actually different, where is this going?

"Y'yes.. yes my Goddess" I sincerely reply.

"Then show me" she states, matter of factly.

Great, now I'm lost again. I just apologized without any clue as to what, now she's ordering me to perform something without any guidance. This sexy woman is so twisted, she has me wrapped around her finger.

Ok, snap out of it. Think, think 'show me', how do you show sorry? Grovel? I don't know what to do.

Suddenly I remember her teasing the head of my cock with her toes and it all comes together. Oh wow, the predicament she's put me in makes me shudder with excitement.

I bring my hands forward and plant them on the ground at her feet. from this position on all fours I lower my face to her foot. What I have planned is shameful but I convince myself that she will appreciate the effort.

She keeps her feet planted, the three largest toes glistening with the evidence of my arousal. I am awash in shame and horniness as I plant my lips in the center of the mess provided by my own penis. The slightly bitter taste isn't unpleasant, just enough of it to glaze my lips and show me my place.

"The need to clean my foot was obvious right? I wouldn't think I would need to tell you."

"Yes Goddess", she's really driving it home. I begin running my tongue over her toes, taking them into my mouth when she raises them. It might sound crazy but I'm shamefully happy to lick her feet, I'm proud of her ability to take what she wants even if it's from me.

"The need to clean is just a part of who you are isn't it?" She says.

I feel like we're getting somewhere now. I keep debasing myself at her feet hoping she'll continue.

"Cleaning, makes you happy" she says this in a very sultry tone, making my gasp. I continue polishing her toes with my tongue a she continues.

"Yes, you thought you were slick hiding your erections at the sink while washing dishes".

I'm speechless, now I'm hiding in my task of licking and sucking her toes.

"Knees!" She barks, with military like fashion. I return to my position with a snap, eyes downcast, boner pointed ahead.

"What had you so worked up? Was there a sexy plate in there? Maybe you have the hots for our sponge?"

My face just reddens.

"Is that what's happening here my pet? A naughty little sponge fetish?" She mocks me with her faux sympathy, the ridicule is effective and sexy. Her foot raises again, I struggle to hold my pose as she manipulates my pleasure with her toes again. I helplessly moan while she continues her twisted dialogue.

"No, it isn't that". She pauses, absent-mindedly toying the head of my dick with her toes, collecting more precum.

"I have seen you put a lot of extra effort in lately to your attentiveness toward me, and you are always cleaning. Always asking me if I need something. Now you're getting off washing dishes?"

Oh ok, that's what she meant with 'you thought you were slick'.

"Well if you like cleaning messes my love, don't you worry, cause I like making messes hehe! Now get down there and clean the cum off my toes like I know you want to, that throbbing erection of yours is pleading for it!"

Omg she's right, the whole time she was ridiculing me, I was staring at her glistening toes actually hoping she would use them to humiliate me again. I dive back down and moan as I worship her feet.

I nearly cum when she exclaims.

"Good boy!"